To a distant relative
This window didn't know your life, But knew your demise very well. And if only you had known how unforgiving and haunting its indulgence in your departure would turn out to be, I know, you wouldn't have ever gone. But, did you really want to go? Or, Did you really know you were going? Where did you go, exactly? And, did you really go eventually? I am sorry, but am still at this window or say I am carrying it with me, all the time, wherever I go because neither am I able to find the answers to all these questions nor my peace of mind. But unfortunately, at times when I let my mind drift a bit, it always finds you and you're silent, always."